Lazy Orchestra - https://soundcloud.com/the-lazy-orchestra

Fallen's entry to MHH's 50th cypher.

Lyrics:

I was walking in the winter, it was dark and it was freezing.
I was stalking like a ninja in the park, my mission easy.
I was taught to fight to finish, little barking, quick defeating
any caught within my vision, if they want to catch a beating.

I see my target ahead, a shadow in the moonlight.
a mood like I’m bout to battle for the true rights
to anything and everything I ever held on to tight.
Snow falling, breeze blowing, catch cruel bite.

I creep upon my prey, he doesn’t see it coming
I’m about to strike and then he turns, I’m stumbling in wonder.
Then we fight, and it is evident he’s rumbled in the jungle
It’s like he knows my every move and though I’m humble I don’t crumble.

I am trained in tai chi, studying it quite well.
A master of the art, but then, my enemy can fight still.
It seems that we are equal as we tussle in the night air
and then I realize that I am struggling with myself.

MHH Cypher 50 (Prod. The Lazy Orchestra)

Found this in an old and forgotten folder.

Fallen - Inner - Mission Ft Marxist

MHH Cypher 1 (2014)

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/beet-farm-assist

Lyrics:

I’m addicted. I been living with this bitch
of a monkey on my back since I was a kid, shit.
Feel I been under attack since I was an infant
been a fuckin run of the mill struggle since, then.

I’m a junkie. Life long damager.
Fight for freedom? I can’t manage it.
Every time I leave I can feel it strangling.
Every breath I take is like I’m choking down the anger then

I’m running right back, slipping down a rugged, night path
to the dark of the monkey on my back. Nothing but a crash.
Suffering, a sucker for the stash. Fucking, ducking in the black
just to hide from the constant light flash. Vice stabs

and I’m gone. Just another putrid
victim of addiction, I lived a life foolish.
A message to anybody caught up in the stupid
ideology that life is motherfuckin music.

Monkey On My Back (prod. by Beet Farm Assist)

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/fresh-fruits-1

Never The Less

Produced by https://soundcloud.com/reble-t

Lyrics:

You said that I should chill, but I won't.
Because I keep it real and you don’t. I aint a sucka, man.
I keep it hundred grand, understand it’s just the difference
between me and you, I got another plan.

I’ma do me until the clock stops ticking,
the watch stops clicking, my heart stops skipping.
On top thinking bout the onslaught.
All you ever did was question all of my thoughts. Quit it.

I don’t need to hear about the other side.
I like it where I’m at, with a mic and my fuckin pride.
When it’s time to speak truth I aint run and hide
and if I’m pissin people off I don’t need to wonder why.

I just say what I want, I don’t fear the consequence.
It aint my fault people got a fear of common sense.
I said I keep it real, I aint faking all of this.
So take the shots you want but I’m betting that you’ll probably miss.

MHH Cypher 28 (prod. by Reb T)

Production by https://soundcloud.com/issotodope

Lyrics:

None'a you rappers can hang. I stutter my raps and then sang.
I’m fucking outrageous, kid. This shit aint shit to me and my swag.
Cuz I Spit as a hobby, you hate cuz you not me, I’m taking it lightly, you taking it nightly.
I’m baking the hype without blinking an eye. If you thinking I’m not then man come and fight me.

blacking out bitch, let the Kracken out.
taking shots all night but this aint the happy hour.
You aint ready for it, stepping forward,  I’m brollic and vicious.
You broads can come get it, leave you with your doll and some dishes. Damn.

I’ll outshine ‘em, on every feature I’m on.
Let me get a verse and they’ll be sure to hit rewind though.
I'm better than you because I rhyme on beat. I'm better than you because my lines aren't weak.
I’m better than you because I have to be, because your wack and we can’t have that, you see?

Crazy. This shit is too amazing.
I’m on another level altogether, let’s just all admit you fake it.
Effortless specialist. Never messing with pressure.
It’s second nature, I’m telling ya's it’s too easy. 

MHH Cypher 24 (prod. by §oto)

This is an interpretation of Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata".

Moonlight Sonata interpreted by The Human Theory

Wind At My Back - Single. Produced by The Human Theory. Off the upcoming Sick Muse Vol. 3.

Wind At My Back

It’s a beautiful world. We have the freedom of choice.
You are free to believe, I have freedom of voice.
We are free to agree, or we can reason our points
Or you can rip away my freedom while I’m bleeding.

Forcing your thoughts on a person is coward,
but what you did here is abhorrent. I personally doubt you
are even worth the effort it takes to serve justice.
I wish horrible death upon you fuckers.

Not a matter of murder, it’s a matter of why.
You slaughter some people without batting an eye,
over a picture, what’d you really accomplish
when through all the blood, the comic survives.

We draw a cartoon, you draw your guns.
And in a battle of wits, you fall or you run.
Can’t kill an idea, can’t destroy the thought.
But we can fight against any force you got.

Soon it will end, every life you cut short will
prove that the pen is mightier than the sword.
Cuz I spread a word, and you cut off my head,
while they spread the word and your battle plan’s dead.

I’m a lion. I’m a hydra.
And where I end, they will find ya.
Serious, who you trying to tame?
There are billions of mouths, and behind them, a brain.

I wonder if he thought when he bought his pens
that he could ever do more than just cause offence.
That given the time back would he pause and lend
his hand to anything else, or draw it again.

I wonder if he ever sat back to think
that there would ever be a target attached to him.
Was he afraid on the streets where the rats would sink
if not red with blood, they ran black with ink.

Raise fists in the street, raise palms at the pulpit.
Pickets get sharpened, they target the culprit.
Everybody links arms, armies are cultured
to go strong arming an artist for bullshit.

We shouldn’t have to worry ‘bout a firefight, made
over stains on a sheet, black words on a white page.
We give freedom to speech through an open mouth
not an open neck cut with knife blades.

If there’s a devil then I’ve seen it,
in every massacre and severed head it green lit.
I bare witness, I’m fully converted
and I won’t read a word of it’s teachings, but

there’s poetry found when wolves hide and flocks kill.
A quill drops, we recognise the drops spilled.
Blood is blood, and I can only repeat
that I’ve only seen the devil in the people doing god’s will.

Listen, this aint specific to nothing.
I am simply discussing how I feel on the subject
and that’s my right. I can say what I want.
And every opportunity will be taken to flaunt it.

I don’t give a fuck if your black or brown,
asian or white, I am not backing down.
I’m a beast with a mouth and a back with a spine
you can give up your voice, no one’s capturing mine.

What you have to remind them is
nothing can demand that we cover up the fanfare.
Shuffle in line, or shut up and just stand there.
This needs to end now before we’re in a land where

the radicals will breed vigilantes.
Stereotypes will bring death upon the innocent.
Won’t matter where you’re standing,
when the lines are crossed, the rights are lost to the cynicisism.

They’ve taken our rights, taken our privacy.
Taken our lives, invaded our minds  but we
aint backing down, we will brawl to the death.
Cuz the freedom of speech is all we got left.

You think what I say is bullshit? Hardly.
Free speech’ll never die, Je suis Charlie.

Je Suis Charlie

Cypher for r/makinghiphop

Lyrcs:

I get it, I’m gone, I’m never around now.
I never have time to spend, I always keep my eyes down.
I’m an absent partner. I’m a bad companion.
It’s a lot for you to handle, I hope you can manage.

I’m going to try harder.
I’m going to make an effort to be around longer.
believe me, as soon as I get back this time
It’s me and you, every day, I promise.

I’m not even going to lie, I’ve been missing you lately.
I been thinking bout the way we used to kick it daily.
Stupid how I’ve left you, how I’m misbehaving.
How I’m missing out on what should be so amazing.

Every day I step away you
always have a hold on me, believe me, I hate to
leave you standing by yourself like my home
isn’t right there in front of my microphone.

Real.Life.Music

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